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Tuesday, July 13, 2010

More drama drama drama

So just because yesterday's drama wasn't quite enough, I added "got-head-in-the-head-with-a-soft-ball" to the end of the list. And it wasn't really all that soft!

I have a pretty little knot, complete with abrasions from the seams/stitching. It was an accident, of course, just one of those random things - I was sitting under a covered patio during my husband's church softball game! I'm just still soooo glad it was me and not Little Miss, since she'd been standing in front of me literally seconds before. Praise God for that!

Everyone said they'd NEVER seen my husband run so fast. He almost vaulted the fence but realized just in time that it was netted across the top. haha! That would have been a picture! He literally slid up beside me under the patio, through all the people gathering around. Very heroic. I guess I needed some extra romance writing material... =P

No concussion, and no need for the hospital thankfully since we still don't have insurance at the moment. Just a gooseegg and bruising. We put ice on it from the concession stand and stayed for the rest of the game after Hubby checked everything out and made sure my eyes/pupils were normal, etc. I never got dizzy or anything, and I was busy trying to calm Little Miss down, who got scared in all the chaos, so it didn't really hurt until later.

So, I guess I just proved what my husband has known all along - I'm somewhat hard headed.... =P

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If you've ever wondered where God is in the storm, this blog is for you. If you've ever felt like stopping in the middle of a busy store and screaming, just to be heard, just to be seen, this blog is for you. If you've ever felt completely alone in a crowded room, this blog is for you.
It's time to Get Real. Real honest. Real vulnerable. Real exposed.
Real with Jesus.
I don't want the trite answers anymore. I don't want to pretend I have it figured out. I don't want to smile on Sunday and pretend my heart doesn't break and ache.
I want to be real.
If hurting people hurt people, then surely honesty will inspire more honesty. And with honesty, healing.
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